everything i need to know
amounted to so little

your eyes, hair, and lips whittle
shapes this little pond won’t grow
here from smaller bodies still
where did you learn this sharp craft?

what did you think when i laughed
leaning on your window sill?
i want to lean further in
keeping my feet on the ground

fill my glass at your faucet
give me time to come around
to meditate on foreskin
and meet your eyes across it

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